Some epitpahs read as though they are out of a can–that is they read as generic–“Gone But Not Forgotten“, for instance. While others, even though, they rhyme, which was conventional, still sound personal. The epitaph of Stephen R. Stryker, who died October 14th, 1865, at the age of 64, in the Princeton Cemetery of the Nassau Presbyterian Church at Princeton, New Jersey, sounds as if it might have been written specifically for Mr. Stryker who had suffered. His death finally relieved him from his anguish: